Saline memory
I walked on the beach as a child
My prints were small and hurried
Excited steps fed my way
Testing the cold beast
That would tempt me
In and out, each silver back
Threw out its arms
Was it love?
My eyes could see for miles
The horizon lay its blanket
A glowing redness smiled
Which I returned politely
Its lips mouthed a cryptic verse
In the voices of a million men
Who fell in time
Lured by this angelic shape
Now in my quiet moments
I return
My prints lost to a lasting tide
Devoured
Until its next suitor, dreams
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